Never Have I Ever

• Chapter Thirty-Eight •

   Avoiding Eric proved to be very easy despite the three of us sharing a class together. The week surprisingly went by uneventful.

He ain't try to talk to me and I sure as hell ignored his entire existence. I guess what I said finally got through this time. Thank fucking God for that because I don't think my life could handle anymore drama. Cutting off Drea was even easier, I didn't even spare her another text message. I just blocked her. Good riddance, too.

The sudden distance even piqued Hudson's curiosity, though. "Why you never hang with Drea anymore," He had asked me. I knew that Drea or Amy had something to him about because I never really hung out with Drea in the first place, or at least not enough times to realize I wasn't anymore.

I just shook my head, "I don't fuck with her no more."

He tilted his head, "Yeah, but why?"

"She just messy." I told him. I ain't need to go into details, I'd rather just leave it where it is. In the past. The vagueness left him even more confused as Hudson nodded his head slowly, "So I guess she's not coming to the thing tonight?" He asked more to himself than to me.

"Nah," I answered anyway, "Make sure she don't." I told him. I didn't specifically tell her not to come, but I'm sure she got the message that we wasn't cool anymore by now.

"How am I supposed to do that?" He groaned and rubbed his forehead.

I shrugged, "I don't know. Tell Amy to tell her. Fuck it, lock her in the basement. Get creative."

"I can't be mean to Drea," He whined, "Then Amy will be really mean to me." I watched his eyes widened and he got a zoned out look thing going on, "You don't know what it's like when she's really mean to me."

"She be beating on you or something?"

That got him out of it and he quickly shook his head, "No, but she won't do that thing that I like."

"What's the thing—You know what? Never mind." I could only image the things a man like Hudson could be into. A shiver went up my spine.

He smirked and said, "I like it when she using her hand to—" My hands clasped around my ears. His smirked widen and he got up, moving closer.

"La la la la la!" I repeatedly shouted over and over. His lips were still moving so I know he was still going on about nasty shit. He started demonstrating with his hands so I shut my eyes tight, too. Something lightly grazed my bare shoulder and I let out a yelp, opening my eyes.

"Why every time I come here y'all doing something weird?" Fai was standing at the edge of my bed. His eyes darted between me and Hudson, who looked two seconds away from grabbing some part of my body.

"He started it." Hudson pointed at me, collecting himself. I gasped and quickly shook my head.

"Nah, Bae. He's lying. He was trying tell me about him and Amy's sex life and I couldn't suffer through that." I opened my arms wide for Fai and he obliged, "Protect me." He ain't even tell me he was coming, but I was happy as fuck to see him right now.

Hudson gasped and grabbed his chest, "Suffer? You should be so lucky. We're both hot!"

Yeah, if you like White people. He brushed his hand threw his hair, pouting his lips. I'm sure there would be an appeal somewhere if I squinted and cocked my head to the side a little.

He huffed and looked at Fai, "Faiyaz you'd want to fuck us, right?"

Faiyaz's answer was just him busting out laughing. So hard that it vibrated my fucking chest.